I am an unashamed and unapologetic McCall-Smith groupie. Read my reviews of his other books and you will see that I am gushing, nay profuse, in my praise for his wonderful, heart-warming, humane and funny books, and in particular for his ability to create well-rounded, believable characters that the reader can relate to and get to know. I love his books and read every one in a mad dash like a...erm...mad, dashy thing.
Therefore it is with heavy heart that I put reluctant fingers to keyboard and say that...I think this particular series has reached the end of the road (*sobs into hankie, blows nose, recovers composure*).
Although this is as well written and humourous and wise as anything written by "Sandy" (as my good friend Ian Rankin refers to him . Awful name dropper, aren't I?) it seemed to me that, in order to inject some pizzazz into the series, he has taken the risky step of making some of his characters (Isabel in particular) behave in ways which are completely out of character for them. Isabel's OTT reaction to Jamie going to the cinema on his own was simply not believable and totally not the sort of thing that she would do. And while the "mysteries" that Isabel solves are never really that earth-shattering, the mystery in this story is particularly thin and has a quite disappointing (*sobs sgain*) denouement.
But you know what? I don't care, I still loved it and I still devoured it and I'm still going to recommend it, because McCall-Smith's writing is uniquely enjoyable. However, I think he perhaps needs to find new directions for these characters and breathe some life into them.